Bare legs soft hands lay upon me
Warm breath on my
She walked up to the doorway
Of a mansion on the
I didn't mean to stumble
And I didn't mean to fall
But
Well, the crowd is getting restless, it's smoky loud and
Oh, Carmelita, why you been gone so long?
I've been sittin'
I know he was cruel to you
He kept you down
He
Picked my clothes up, grabbed my suitcase
Never looked back at
Too little money, too many tears
What can I say, I
Are those your eyes
Is that your smile
I've been looking at
Runnin' down the interstate
Coffee drippin' down my leg
Every day I'm
I was born and raised down in the South
You'll know
It's a honky tonk work of art
A still life in
Go ahead and break my heart, just see if I
Our weekend in Atlanta was a total disaster
We argued and
Girl, I'm not a saint and I'm a long long
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